Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.